Rivals

"Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired the blender in the kitchen.

"Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.

"Yoongi, you're smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make a comeback like he usually does to others.

It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective over his little sister.

"Soojung, do you have time later?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring blankly into space. I glanced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened buttons.

"I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender into a cup. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to meet my friends. You should come along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted casually, lying down in a comfortable position while scrolling through his phone.

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"Is Yoongi hyung coming soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering about the difference between a peck and a kiss.

"He's coming over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on the floor.

act the same. I pulled the tight shirt off and threw it onto my bed, proceeding to

carefree motion, ruffling my hair occasionally with the towel. I watched questionably as Namjoon blasted porn on my flatscreen tv, the younger

sounds that resonated through the walls and the entire building. I made up my mind

loud knock sounded over the commotion.

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it was impossible to

revealing a sight that made me want to wash my eyes in holy water and perhaps enlighten myself for the next

to witness. As any other normal virgin

now!" I heard a familiar voice yelling to the direction of the noise, and I perked up.

couldn't open my eyes to check because there was a bare chest pressed against my face, and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent of soap that hit me as soon as I was pulled into

He calls my name with a soft voice, burying my head further into his chest in a protective stance, and preventing me from seeing whatever that was

open your eyes now."

arm still firmly wrapped around my torso. It was a sight much more pleasurable compared to what I've seen seconds ago, to be

his forehead. My vision then travelled down to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his chiseled abdomen was flawlessly displayed in full view altogether with a pair of grey sweatpants that adorned

mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, trying to make sense of his presence here. Or more like, his strikingly

over to glance at my brother, standing near a couch with a bunch of boys crowded on it. It was hard not to scream when I recognised one of them being Park Jimin.

wearing a black turtleneck and ripped jeans, his hair pulled to the back. The slim jaw was prominent against the clothing, accompanied by a half opened stare and parted lips. Holy cow, busan men are dangerous.

Yoongi explains, placing the bottles of alcohol onto the table by the side. My ears flushed a scarlet red when I scanned some familiar

His grip